Alone

Sick of being alone, sick of using alcohol as a crutch to get me through the night.
I don't get it. I'm nice, kind, loving and caring.
All I'm good for is fixing people's computers.

Guess this is the price I pay for letting those Drs kill my wife. I was tired and didn't realize they had decided to euthanize her. Against both our wishes.

Just want to hold on to someone for a while.

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